If you don’t write a blog, I’ll kill your kittens

James is holding me hostage and forcing me to blog, which isn’t very nice. I value the life of my cats though!

I do in fact have quite a lot of things I’ve been meaning to blog about, but to be honest that’s fallen way down the priority list below staring blankly, in a close tie with sleeping (which I try to avoid as much as possible). It’s not that I don’t want to blog though, but I get tired of repeating myself, which I tend to do  lot on here; my 1000 word posts leave a lot of room for it too.
So, a brief summary of my past few weeks, which I may or may not expand upon later -

I’m now staying back in Southampton for the summer. I have a room in the student accommodation of one of the Universities there. James just interrupted to say that he’d like to say poop to that. In fact, so would I. The room is not the nicest room ever, that’s for sure. I guess you get what you pay for, and I’m only paying £50/week – a little over half of what I was paying for my nice en-suite room in Exeter University accommodation for the past year. The room’s pretty small with little storage space, and a fairly uncomfortable bed. There is a sink in the room, but I’m not sure that I trust it for drinking water. The water’s too warm anyway. Well, so is the rest of the room. It was uncomfortably warm last week when I moved in there, and we were having some moderately warm weather at the time.

Now that the August summer is into full, painfully hot swing (at least for my weak british skin), the room has turned into some sort of sauna or oven, take your pick. Well, saunas are supposed to be good for you aren’t they? Frankly, I don’t care, since it has me sweating more than a… sausage, for lack of better metaphor, 24/7. I invested in a fan last week, but as the temperature’s increased outside, it’s become close to impossible to breath in the room, thanks to the window barely opening at all, without the fan blowing right in my face all day and night.

So I’ve been taking mostly every opportunity to get out of said room, which unfortunately means spending money. Money, one of my least favorite things; or at least my lack of it anyway. I’ve done pretty well to keep my bank balance in the green, or white, or black, or whatever color it is you say you’re in when you’re not overdrawn. People say University is expensive, but my spending’s gone up a lot more since coming back to Southampton. I guess that’s partially thanks to having a social life here, and the fact that said social life relies on me spending £5 to even see friends on any one day. Then add in food, drinks at the pub, and other things, and I’ve been spending close to £20/day since I came back here. It doesn’t take a genious to work out that this will not go well with my £150/month bank balance, even with the bit extra my mum gave me for the summer.

So to cut a long story short (because I just realised I have a train to catch in 20 minutes) I’m stuck with the choice between staying in the room from hell, doing the same thing I do every day, or going to see friends and doing more fun things, but spending money I don’t have.

One thing that WAS worth spending money though – Seeing The Dark Knight 2 days before release, even if it was twice the price. I may or may not go into a more detailed review later on, but for now all I can say is 10/10, and I’m still somewhat stuck for words with anything further to say.